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Her ample breasts are bouncing slightly in time with her breaths. Her thighs are glistening with her release. Her slit looks so ready for my dick. I reach down, stroking precome up and down my length. Her gaze follows my hand, and she swallows.

Then she gets this determined look that sets my blood ablaze. Bella doesn’t back away from anything. She knows my eight-inch-dick is going to slip into her sweet-as-fuck hole.

I slowly lower myself atop her, staring into her eyes as I bring the head of my dick to her entrance. She wraps her arms around me, scraping her fingernails across my back in pure passion.

Thrusting deeper inside of her, I bite down gently on her shoulder. She gasps and shifts her hips, grinding further down on me, chasing the pleasure. Her breath is hot against my ear as I move deeper, deeper.

“Ah,” she moans. “Oh … oh …oh …”

I pause when I’m completely inside of her, savoring the feeling of her gripping my base. Then I begin to slide out slowly, and she keeps moaning, keeps gasping, keeps making me want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

“Yes, yes,” she gasps as I lean back so I can look at her, planting my hands on the mattress on either side of her as I move even faster. She’s bouncing in the sexiest goddamn way, riding my dick, her tits bouncing.

When she sees me looking, that same dangerous smile touches her lips. She squeezes her ample breasts together, meeting my eye, looking proud of how crazy she can make me. I can’t look away. I can’t think about anything else.

I listen to the sounds of her moans and the wetness of my dick sliding into her heat. Hell, it’s sweeter than any symphony. It’s more captivating than any crescendo. It grips me entirely and makes it impossible for anything else to exist or to matter.

“Oh, Matt,” she moans, reaching up and grabbing my face with both hands.

She turns my gaze to her face as if she wants me to look at her in the final moments of her pleasure. Yet, thinking “final moments” is misleading. She hovers in ecstasy for what feels like a universe of time, my hips moving so fast my body aches, the bed whining as she rocks in time with me.

She slides her hands down to my neck, gripping as if she never wants to let go. I push deeper, harder, making her feel every pulsing inch, every hungry thrust. She digs her nails in so that I know she’s going to leave marks, maybe scars, and that just makes me fuck her even more fiercely.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps. “Oh my …”

She squeezes her legs around me as the orgasm takes hold of her, her hands falling from me as if she can’t grip anymore. Her movements get even quicker, like chasing her crescendo with even more passion.

At the last moments, I collapse against her. My dick is pulsing so damn intensely, fire rushing up my solid shaft, my entire world fixated on the feeling of her tightness, her soft and wet lips, her moans, her music—her.

No, it’sourmusic.

As her pussy pulses around my dick, pleasure sliding down my length, my dick erupts with the same sizzling feeling. She finds my lips in the final moments, fusing us as we melt into each other.

“I love you,” she moans, then she shudders. “Oh, God. I’m suh?—”

Sorry, she was going to say, and maybe I should let her. Perhaps I should try to be reasonable, but I can’t stand the idea of our first time being ruined by her feeling the need to apologize when sheneverhas to say sorry to me.

“I love you too,” I groan as come erupts out of my dick, shooting into her warm heat.

“Don’t … just … say … that …”

“I loved you the first time I saw your channel,” I growl. “I loved you after the first text we sent. I … love … you!”

As the heat of our bodies sears even brighter, I don’t just believe it. Iknowit’s true.

Finally, we collapse against each other in a heap, my dick aching as it wilts inside of her.

“We didn’t use protection,” I murmur as I lie next to her, lifting my arm to make a space for her to fit perfectly into.

“Shh,” she whispers. “I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to think about that now. Just hold me. Let’s sleep together.” She laughs adorably. “I mean,reallysleep together.”

So that’s what we do. I quickly set an alarm to ensure we return to the estate sooner rather than later. We shouldn’t be here without security, but I’m sure nobody followed us. I’ve got my gun, just in case.

Soon, I fall into a deeper sleep than I’ve experienced in years.

It’s a goddamn mistake.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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